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This Physical Fascination (HG/SS/LM)	By : Remarkable Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 71646 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Okay seriously, this is the very last chapter I can pump out this week. You’ve wrenched it out of me. My muse said, “Oh, but think of the fans! They’ll love you forever if you put out just one. More. Chapter! So here it is. Feed the muse! She’s a vampire, and when fed, will produce more lovely erotica for your lusty, devious minds. Mwahahaha!! A mega huge thanks to AnneLaure for the banner! You can see it displayed at GrangerEnchanted.com. Hun, if you read this and want a personalized one-shot please email me. I am unable to reach you. Thanks so much! I generally don't respond to personal reviews on here because it is so time consuming to copy and paste. If anyone would like a personal response feel free to email me at lady dagger 27 at yahoo dot com. All one word. Markspet: As much as I would love to write another chapter over the weekend I've written this one at the expense of my college classwork. So guess what my weekend will be spent doing. Plus I have three kids. And a dog. And a roommate. :) Fun fun!! Never fear you will have another delicious chapter next week. Happy reading and thanks everyone for your continued support!!

Chapter 4

Lucius and Severus had dragged every single bit of bedding out of either bedroom and pushed the mattresses together on the living room floor. Blankets, pillows, a bean bag and even a warm down comforter were lay one on top of the other to achieve maximum comfort for the night. Hermione used very minimal magic within their home, not wanting to attract attention to her presence.

Amazingly, the wards on the home were only geared to detect high levels of magic, never taking into consideration one of the Death Eaters might have a visitor, other than the occasional pre-arranged inspection. It was a simple matter to join the mattresses at the seams. Transfiguration of a bigger bed would have triggered the alarm and alerted Aurors to her presence.

It was a bit of a tussle getting settled between the two wizards. Snape had groused his way into spooning up behind her while Lucius settled for laying with his back to her, her soft breasts pressed into his back and an arm flung over his taut belly. The three slept soundly for a number of hours, only waking when Severus got up for the loo and noisily, and probably on purpose, made a racket in the kitchen for a midnight snack. The clatter of silverware woke the other two, who shot each other annoyed looks that quickly turned passionate.

Lucius took advantage of the situation to roll onto his back, pulling Hermione’s lightweight body to bear down flush with his own naked form. His rock-hard erection pressed into her soft belly, tongues languidly tangling and hands seeking out all manner of erotic parts of one another as they roamed freely in search of carnal delights. Lucius was determined to come inside the witch before Snape got greedy again. He was so fucking hot for the little witch and burned deep inside with a passion that had lain dormant for so very long. “Hermione, I need you. Let me feel your luscious pussy wrapped around my cock.” His dulcet drawl crawled over her skin like silk whispering off an ivory sculpture.

She made the short trip to pull herself up his chest and guide him into her soaking folds. “Oh God Lucius! You feel so good inside of me; oh hell, I can’t believe how much I’ve been missing all this time!” She rode straight up and down now, pulling almost all the way out until only the head of him remained inside before letting her friend gravity pull her down and send an electric hiss shooting from his lips.

“Delicious, witch!” He growled, grappling with her hips in an attempt to control her motions. This was not going the way he had planned it. He desperately wanted to tie her up and make her beg him to eat her pussy and shut her up with Snape’s cock pounding down her throat. Oh bloody hell! It was too much. He’d only come once that day, and that was inside his flat mate’s ass. His body needed to claim the milking purse torturing his poor tool, and he needed her now. With an unannounced flip, Granger was on her back. Not telling her what he was doing, he picked her up like a rag doll and bent her over the side of the couch.

He ignored the indignant protest of Snape when the man complained in the middle of walking into their impromptu midnight fuck. Lucius’ cock was demanding entrance. The Slytherin Stallion got what it wanted, and it wanted to fuck the living shit out of this wicked witch squealing like a little piggy under the hard press of his hand on her bum, forcing her to stay in position. He slammed his cock into her pussy and roughly grabbed her hips. Blind lust forced him to take her in a most undignified manner. He grunted with the powerful exertions, rutting inside of her for all he was worth. He bent forward, hunching over her back with his left arm encircling under her chest, reaching across her front for leverage. The pace only slowed briefly, his hand jamming beneath her to stroke along her upper slit and engorged clit.

Hermione screamed. “Oh God yes Lucius holy shit unh unh unh unh unh yes I’m gonna come oh fuck Unnnhhh!” And she went stiff, that sweet puss contracting tighter and tighter around his wand.

“Fuck yes you hot little woman! That’s right. Come on Malfoy’s cock you fucking bitch! I’m going to put you under a real wizard’s spell Hermione. Take my fat cock into that sweetness, feel how it craves you. It can’t get enough, love. Holy shit Hermione what you do to me Oh holy fuck! Yes!” The witch was writhing under his grip from the force of their coupling. She was so responsive, still coming as he drew out her orgasm in what was sure to force her into passing out if he didn’t let up on her. The juice was streaming freely from her creamy center and like a bolt of lightning he came, crying out as he buried himself to the hilt in her cunt. Shuddering from the violent explosion, he panted harshly and wiped the sweat from his eyes.

Hermione was slumped over the couch, utterly still. “Good job Lucius. You killed her.”

Lucius shot Snape a venomous glare before turning his concerned gaze to the unconscious witch. He tenderly laid her back onto the makeshift bed for three and checked her breathing and pulse. “She’s fine you idiot. Just passed out from the intensity of my most excellent and superior lovemaking skills.” He did not look at Severus as he spoke, continuing instead to observe the witch as her breathing returned to a more normal pace, her beautiful tits rising and falling softly with the cadence of her respirations.

Snape simply raised one brow and sneered behind his back. The blond ogre was full of himself. Ah well, it was only a matter of time before Severus planned to wake her up again and take her properly. Then, Lucius would see whose name she was screaming the loudest by morning. Knocking the back the rest of drink, he set the glass on the table and fell to his knees next to Lucius on the mattress. “She’s so beautiful…” he murmured, unaware he had spoken the words aloud.

Lucius swept a sideways glance at the shadowed silhouette of his best mate. This weekend was turning into something more for the three of them. What had started out as a fantastic shag fest was the germination of a manifestation much larger than what any of them could understand. Lucius could only feel an inkling of what was to come, but he was positive this was only the very beginning. Situations like this didn’t just fall out of the sky if the fates didn’t have a plan in store for them. As with all things in his life, he planned to make the most of wherever it led him, as long as these two people were involved in some way.

A tentative hand brushed against his shoulder. Reaching up to grasp the fingers resting there, Lucius jerked his head sharply, almost knocking into Snape’s nose. “What are you doing?” he asked, a little too sharply.

As if stung, Snape pulled back with an intake of breath and turned away. “I am sorry. I meant no offense.”

Quickly backpedaling to rectify the situation, Lucius moved closer to him and firmly placed both hands on his shoulders. “Look at me Severus.” The unfettered curtain of inky black hair covered his eyes as his head turned back to face Lucius. “Let me see your face.”

Snape raised his chin, allowing the curtain to part and the glint of darkness to reflect from the depths of his eyes, a bit of light from the meager kitchen backdrop casting half of his face in shadow. Lucius traced the lines that furrowed so deeply in Severus’ forehead, down along the side of his nose that featured a smirk indent permanently etched there. “You are beautiful,” he breathed, truly ready to express his appreciation in both body and soul, at last, as nothing would be quite the same after today anyway.

Severus didn’t know quite what to say to that. No woman, much less a man, had ever said that to him before. Lucius was a bullshitter, but he didn’t lie in matters of sex or love to those he truly cared about. Snape wanted to feel those full lips on his again. He had imagined feeling threatened, ashamed or disgusted by Malfoy’s touch. The last time they were intimate, the Dark Lord had commanded the degradation of the Death Eaters, to defile one another to prove none of them were above his command, or one another. He had felt shameful then for enjoying the experience. It occurred to him the shame stemmed from the forced nature of the act and not the act itself. Well. This was a new revelation, and not unwelcome.

As if reading Severus’ inaction as an invitation, Lucius took the opportunity to press his lips onto Snape’s. He gently moved them over the soft flesh that rested below his own, testing the water as if to explore the chemistry that might exist on its own between the two, without the witch between them. Snape was trembling. The man never showed signs of weakness, and just Lucius’ light touch on his shoulders and lips was sending him into a puddle of nerves. How ungodly sexy was that?

Snape tried to reach up and touch Lucius in his return but was met by the warm caress of a cool hand over his lips. “No. Let me.”

How was it, this witch and wizard both saw fit to pleasure him so freely without making demands of him? The concept was overwhelming. His heart expanded in his chest, thumping against his ribcage almost painfully. He dropped his limbs back down to his sides obediently and closed his eyes.

“Look at me.”

The chilling command brooked no argument. Lucius wasn’t touching him at all now, but rather sweeping his palms tortuously close to the skin, only just above it. The minutes ticked by loudly on the suddenly noticeable Muggle clock on the wall. Tick, tick, tick, tick. Their eyes never left one another. An imperceptibly subtle feeling began to emerge over the areas Lucius was covering with the invisible touches. His arms tingled lightly, a pleasant warmth like champagne bubbles popping along his skin. His shoulders and chest soon followed as Lucius worked his way over the front of his torso and outside of Snape’s thighs.

Lucius moved his cheek to press against the rough one of his shivering partner. “I’ll make you feel as you’ve never been touched before. You, as well as I, know the pleasures and torture the Dark Arts can instill for good or naught.” Solid chest met solid chest, their height almost equal to one another. The imaginary touches continued behind Severus’ back, down around his buttocks. The champagne bubbles trailed after, not quite ticklish, not quite erotic, simply….. exquisite in nature.

Lucius felt his partner’s breathing quicken, the rise and fall of his chest hot against his own. The visceral touch seared into his skin as their energy began to mingle, auras molding in his attempt at a tantric connection. His cock stirred in its nest of curls to a half-erect state, brushing against Snape’s solid erection. Lucius began ghosting his lips along the scratchy, day-old fuzz along the neckline, eliciting a strangled moan. He smiled into Snape’s skin, electing to pinch the skin between the shoulder and neck between his teeth and bite hard enough to draw blood.

Severus couldn’t take it anymore. His entire body felt like it had been immersed in hot wax. He could feel the pulse of Lucius’ heart; almost see the thoughts from inside his head like musical notes blinking in a colorful arc across his vision, dancing in and out of existence in a teasing array of unspoken desire. It occurred to him that Lucius actually did know more about sex than he did, or at least some of the more subtle forms of it. This was like nothing he had ever encountered. The bastard was going to torture him with it from now on, he was sure.

Lucius’ hands sank into the globes of this sexy wizard’s ass just as he bit down and drew his blood. Snape broke the trance by pushing Lucius away from him roughly and jumping on top of him. Amusement played over Lucius’ features as blood dripped from Snape’s shoulder onto his friend’s chest.

“Holy fuck! Holy fuck! God god!” Severus found himself irritatingly unable to articulate anything more than base emotion in light of the torrid drive to immerse himself in the other man’s arms, lips, cock and hands. He wanted all of this wizard so badly he could taste it. “And now I shall have you.”

The tussle had woken Hermione who wiped the sleep and frizz from her eyes. The wizards were in the midst of ravaging one another. Keen to get in on the action, she disregarded the restrained bursts of magic pulsing against both of their ankles, the tattoos blazing brightly in a backdrop of shadows and heady pheromones, wreaking the heavy air around them all with the heady scent. “Severus.”

The possessed wizard barked at her. “Shut your damn mouth, witch, and get on the couch. Now.”

A bit fearful and a whole lot turned on, Hermione obeyed without question just from the tone his voice had taken with her. It was nothing she had ever heard from him. With a start, she realized something magical was going on between the two men, despite their binds. The intensity rolled off of them in waves, a thin aural sheen coating and connecting their bodies with a soft red glow.

“On your knees, facing out.” Hermione complied instantly.

“On your knees, mate. Face Hermione. Eat the witch’s sopping cunt. Make her scream.

” It was Lucius’ turn to groan as he did as ordered, but not before Snape snagged a handful of his long hair and pulled the blond into a lusty, possessive kiss that made the aura flare outward in a display like a solar flare coming off the sun. It was beautiful. They pulled apart when Hermione gasped

. “What is it, Hermione?”

She stared at them in awe, speaking softly. “You’re magic; it’s returned, and it’s connected you.”

Lucius grinned, his head still ensnared in Snape’s fist. “Tantric sex, love. It does the trick every time.”

“So that’s what you’ve bewitched me with you sonofabitch. I’m so fucking hard you’re not going to be able to sit down for a goddamn week when it gets done splitting your backside open.” Snape growled fiercely, pushing Lucius hard over to the waiting woman spread wanton and ready, just above and in front of them.

“I’m counting on it,” Lucius answered as his face sank into the warm folds of Hermione’s cunt once more, the taste of Snape’s come and her earlier emissions dried like a sexual seasoning on her inner thighs and labia. He wrapped his arms around her trim waist, pulling close to her while one finger soaked from behind to gather up her crème, sinking itself into her ass. She cried out and bucked against his face. When Lucius came, there was going to be a horrid mess to clean from the couch when they were through fucking, sucking, licking and wanking. Maybe they’d just throw it out when they were done.

Lucius had bitten Severus harder than either had initially realized. The blood steadily ran from the open wound, down his chest and into the dark nest of curls around his trouser snake. Smirking nastily, Snape gathered some in the palm of his hand and coated his cock with it, pausing only to lube Lucius’ asshole for penetration. It was only fitting the man got fucked over by the same wound he had caused.

Hermione buried her hands in Lucius’ lustrous, tousled hair. The thick silk felt like the inside of a corn husk that was freshly shucked. Even as a working class man, the Malfoy line kept his locks in top condition; clearly, the Pureblood gene counted for something in the ‘physical prowess and handsome department’ of the wizard-kind gene pool. Her hips undulated shamelessly against his face as he performed cunnilingus so expertly on her open, dripping sex. The opening to her vagina was sore and raw, the nerve endings over stimulated from almost two days of constant pleasure and torture. Yet, the friction was deliriously delicious and she just couldn’t stop herself from throwing her head back and screaming with one finger in her ass and three up her cunt as he sucked hard, biting and shaking his head over her swollen clit.

Severus was fucking his ass like a demon. He was long and thick to the sight and touch, but nothing compared to being filled like a drill from behind. Even at revels, Lucius had rarely seen Snape come undone like he was now. Unlocking him with a little spiritual and tantric persuasion had worked like a charm. Snape might be good at Occlumency, but tap into his emotions, and he was as easy to take advantage of as a virgin in a nunnery. He would have to be careful with him in that area; there was no point in accidentally wounding the man.

Lucius loved his faced buried up Hermione’s tight cunt. He bathed in her juices and lapped up the mess she deposited down his nose and chin. She ground herself against him so hard he had to hold his breath for long spans of time before he was able to suck in a draught of air. Then he would dive back in and press his nose up and down her swollen sex, torturing it further. The shadows of bruises darkened the area around her pussy. He was not happy about that. He would have to tell Snape to take it easy on her in the future. The man obviously got a little carried away. That just wouldn’t do.

Snape had his jaw set in a fierce line, his lower jaw jutting out beyond the top in forced concentration on the wizard’s tight hole on his pole. His dick cried out for mercy and he ignored the burn from slapping against the muscled arse so hard, it sounded like a crack of Apparition every time he made contact. The glowing was becoming brighter and brighter, swirls of blue, white and silver mixing with the red base that stayed close to the wizards’ skin. Snape tapped that ass with all his might in time to Hermione’s second wail of completion. He wanted to come so badly but it remained just out of reach. His cock was too desensitized from all the fucking to get where he needed to be. Sweat was pouring off him in buckets as electrolytes and water evaporated with his efforts. The blood thundered round his body at breakneck speed, the pressure surely in the range of heart attack to –oh my god why isn’t he dead yet?-

Hermione shuddered and limped down off the couch. She pressed her lips to Lucius and shoved her tongue inside, tasting herself. Her hands soaked themselves in her own cunt, lubing Lucius with them as she began stroking him to completion. Both of her tits were crushed under his grasp as he twisted them almost brutally in his fervor over her twisting hand wrestling with his engorged staff. She tightened her grip and gave a slight squeeze and turn at the head of his knob. He cried out into her mouth and the magic furled over her to envelop them both, as he came weakly against the rough fabric of the ruined couch, spilling over her small fist. “Fucking hell!”

Snape knew he was going to collapse soon if he didn’t come. He was frustrated as hell and he just couldn’t bring himself to ejaculate in spite of the extreme pleasure at his disposal.

“Pleasure him. Finish him. Then our circle will be complete.”

Instinctively, Hermione knew what Lucius requested of her. A part of his mind was inside of her, sharing her vivid memories and emotions of not just their weekend, but her entire life. Why she was here, all of the loss, lust, friendships and betrayals became clear to him, just as his anguish, contempt, haughtiness, and humility burned into her own mind.

“Severus, let me.” She lay him down on his back, opening herself wide to him and sliding down over his overworked tool. Gently, she started over with him, squeezing tightly as she worked his shaft and hummed. Reaching for her discarded wand, she chanted a minor incantation and suddenly, Severus felt a bit refreshed like a healing spell had been cast on him. Sensitivity returned to his nether regions and he grasped her hips to meet her thrusts.

Lucius bent down to passionately kiss Snape while Hermione worked him over. Their auras were feeding his empty soul the attention and love it was starved for. Their own souls were bared to him and he could feel their genuine affections and purity of intent towards him. It was beautiful, and for the first time in many, many years, Severus Snape wept openly as he burst into the witch above him with a completion that rocked him to the core, his tongue still entwined with his other lover in an impassioned embrace that completed the circle.

The colors of the three combined, swirling amongst them as a song descended from the Netherworld. A thousand voices mingled to become one, the chorus chanting in a foreign tongue that was strangely clear to all three. Severus could see and hear what they saw and felt. There was nothing holding them back from him in any way. They were his mates. If there had been any doubt to his purpose in life, it had been revealed to him in that shining instant of completion and pure acceptance of their hearts binding to his own

. As his orgasm faded and he returned to earth, the magic formed a tornado of light and sound, the voices crescendo to a clear, “So mote it be!” With a zip, it was sucked from the room into an invisible vortex from beyond, and all three were knocked flat when a ball of light burst from its center straight into the chest of each one. A sharp ‘crack’ shook the building, and then, all was still. They were stunned.

The trio was exhausted, sated and filled with a wonder only felt in childhood, but magnified a thousand times from the completion within one another they had felt. Even Lucius had not expected this outcome. It was truly a work of the Lord and Lady. “So mote it be.” The expression of the old religion rang in his mind, clear as the symphony of emotion that made his heart sing in response to its truth.

Their silent reverie was rudely interrupted by the cracks of Apparition and a pounding on the door of the flat. “Open up! You have thirty seconds to open this door or we’re going to smash it down!”

“Fuck!” Lucius swore under his breath. “Hermione! You have to get out of here! Whatever just happened must have triggered the wards. You have to leave now!”

“What about my clothing?”

“Don’t worry about your shit, you stupid witch. Get the fuck out of here now!” Severus hissed as he shoved the nearest of her clothing at her.

With a frightened glance at the pair, she whispered, “I’m sorry,” and Disapparated from the flat.

Seconds later, the head Auror and ex-boyfriend of Hermione Granger blasted the door in with a spell and stormed in, followed by five giant brutes of men and one Harry Potter. The big man stuck his nose at the two and sneered. “By Order of the Ministry of Magic, Lucius Malfoy and Severus Snape are hereby under arrest for violating your terms of parole under the non-use of magic clause set forth in the terms of the agreement tendering the trial period until your release from the Azkaban work program. You have the right to remain silent. If you have anything you wish to say, I suggest you tell me now or it will be worse for you later on.”

A naked Lucius and Severus folded their arms and set their faces in an expressionless mask they reserved for authority, looking as intimidating as ever despite their naked and stinking bodies.

Potter shook his head and pushed aside the larger man. “What’s going on, Snape? I thought you were serious about finally being set free. Tell me what’s going on here and I’ll see to it you’re treated fairly.” Harry desperately wanted to give them a fair chance, but he couldn’t help them if they wouldn’t talk to him.

Snape set his jaw and firmly kept his lips closed. Lucius followed suit. There was no way they would betray Hermione or each other.

“What’s it look like been going on here lad?” Jack Duggan leered in disgust at the two naked men. “They been buggaring one another. Sick couple of fucks if you ask me. Just look at this tip. C’mon, boys. Cuff’em. We got some interrogating to do.”

With a heavy heart, Harry glared at the other Aurors, quietly taking an extra pair of magical cuffs from Jack. “I’ll do it. Just leave them be. They won’t give me any trouble.”

“If you say so lad. If you say so.”

Harry reluctantly cuffed the two men and transfigured a loose pair of trousers for each, to preserve their dignity. A slight softening around the corners of both men’s lips told Harry they silently owed him one for the nod to their situation. Whatever it was, Harry vowed to help them. If it hadn’t been for them, neither Hermione, he nor Ron would have survived the final battle, despite the testimony against them that had cost them so many years in prison. He owed them both a life debt, and he intended to keep it.

There was no way fuckers like Jack Duggan were going to get in his way after he had taken credit for Harry’s work and skipped over him for promotion. He owed them one, and this was his opportunity to topple Jack. Plus he had hurt Hermione. Surely he deserved some pain for that, since she had clearly let him off the hook for what he had done to her.

Harry smirked to himself behind his superior’s back as they marched Lucius and Severus at wand point to the preferred Apparition point just outside the door to their flat. This was going to be a lot of fun. Jack Duggan was going down – hard. The empty apartment continued to glow in the aftermath of the sacred bond that had just occurred, still humming with fresh energy in the air.

Long after the fact the arrest, a tiny house-elf discreetly popped into the flat, wrinkled its nose and quickly gathered a number of items before stuffing them into a bag. With a flick of its wrist, all of the magical energy dissipated from the area, not a trace of it left to the confusion of the team that later swept the place in search of evidence. Letty grinned, showing her sharp elfish teeth from her disillusioned corner of the room before popping back home to report to her Mistress Hermione.
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